As Mister X uncloaks & comes into view, Ace blinks furiously a few times, pinches his nose between thum & forefinger as if warding off a potential headache, & squeazes his eyes shut as he exhales a heavy sigh.
Looking up at Mister X & rolling his eyes in comedic exaspiration he asks: "Good thing none of us are trigger happy, eh?"
He blows a feisty raspberry to take the sting out of the question & starts to go back to keeping watch.
At Block's mention of taking up other perches, Ace nods & says back over his shoulder "I agree. We need to get closer to the action without getting in the middle of it."
As he scans the sky, rooftops, windows, then the street level for signs of drones, snipers, other watchers, Reggie, limos, Miss Garcia, ghouls or gangers, Ace wonders if perhaps Leeson might be right in his quip about mouthes writing
cheques butts can't cash.
Snickering softly to himself & shaking the thought away, Ace reminds himself that he intends on surviving to get paid & then to spend it.
In order to DO that he'll have to stay on his toes, aware of as much as possible, & not slack off his situational awareness.
To that end he sharpens his focus on his Watching, making sure the trideo feed is being recorded for later if need be.
((Perception: 5, 4, 4, 1, 2, 5, 3, 3, 1.))
Silently Ace sends via his internal ComLink via the encrypted direct to Tiny channel: "Primary. Three. One is with us. Unit reformed. Out."
A thought suddenly strikes Ace & he half turns to ask the others over a shoulder.
"What would happen if we started making as much noise as possible? I'm talking powered bull horns at max volume sort of _projecting_... Booming voices echoing off buildings for blocks in every direction, loud enough to set off car alarms, let every ear in half a click hear us clearly, and make everyone & everyTHING sit up to take notice. What if we started making a *lot* of noise?"
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